I've realized that I've often sought perfection and that ideal has led to procrastination.
That procrastination, in turn, has clogged up my self-expression.
In an effort to work with that perfectionist streak, in fact embrace it, I've chose to start.
Just start. Writing.
One perfectly imperfect step.
In fact, that is where my perfection exists, I suspect: In the little imperfect steps I make.
So here I am. My first post. Perfect!
